A Race to (Be) The Top

The guard held the commander's saber with a sluggish expression. It was obviously a yellowed picture, but Ling Xiaolu saw through the yellow with different light and dark saturation, and the guard's face was pale, his eyes were red, and his body was bathed in blood. .

After waking up from the blank, he suddenly yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The dragon slashed wildly.The commander saved his life, but also took away his desire to live.

Ling Xiaolu wanted to go in to stop him, but someone pressed his shoulder.

Ji Meng shook his head with a rare solemn expression: "Don't worry, if the two of them die here, there will be no further plot."

In the confusion, Ling Xiaolu vaguely felt that what he said made sense, but he just didn't understand it.

"Is our role in this mission just to call the NPCs?"

Although Ji Meng hadn't done many missions before, his experience in this area was better than Ling Xiaolu's.

"The purpose of some missions is to kill monsters, and the purpose of some missions is to collect, but there are also missions whose purpose is to accompany the character to complete the path that should be walked."

The giant dragon surrounded the crazy guards, and the leader flapped its wings twice in the air, took a long breath, and prepared to burn this overwhelmed pawn to ashes.

The magic of the cross holy light descended from the sky, and the giant dragon was imprisoned by this incorporeal light beam, struggling desperately to breathe.Dozens of arrows flew over from the sky, and the arrows hit the dragon without fail. The injured dragon roared angrily, broke free from the shackles of the spell, and turned around to fly to the direction the arrows came from.

Ji Meng cheered up: "Here we come!"

Sadia stood on her chariot, chanting the incantations of the spell calmly, and the staff in her hand trembled as if injected with life, making a clanging sound of metal collisions.

After chanting the last syllable, the circular magic circle flew out and collided with the oncoming dragon, causing a deafening wail.

The goddess's army followed closely behind. The giant dragon leader and his dragon group were shot by thousands of arrows in the air.

Sadia got off the chariot and walked to the commander who was still alive.

Ling Xiaolu shouted excitedly: "Goddess!"

It was that sound like the sound of nature again. Since the first chanting sounded, it spread rapidly around the position where Sadia was standing, and everything in the world suddenly became colorful, with green shade everywhere, flowers blooming, the sun shining brightly, blue sky and white clouds... …The yellowed old photos have been transformed into colorful oil paintings. Ling Xiaolu has never noticed how beautiful a colorful summer is, and the goddess who sings healing spells is even more so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them.

The fatal wound on the Commander miraculously healed, the originally static eyelashes trembled, and the anger returned to him.The dying man slowly opened his eyes, and the angelic silhouette of Sadia was reflected in the pupils.

"Did you save me?" The weak commander showed a very shallow smile, "Can I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Sadia was condescending and met his eyes.

"I'm from Equinox City, and my name is Sadia."

"Sadia," the commander put his hand on his chest, "I thought it was a dragon piercing my chest, but I didn't expect that what actually penetrated here was your holy light."

Ling Xiaolu's attention had been on the pair of gods and couples, and he didn't remember the existence of the guards until now.

"Huh? Where's the guard?"

The forgotten guard supported his body with the last ounce of faith, but now he couldn't hold it anymore, he held his sword tightly in his arms, and fell powerlessly next to the corpse of the giant dragon beside him...

>> Returning to the real world...

Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng were sent back to the combat command hall, and the commander still maintained the posture when they left.For him, the time only passed with a snap of his fingers, and he didn't realize that the two people had disappeared in this time and space for a short time.

"I... seem to have thought of who you are talking about," he looked up regretfully, "but I'm sorry, I don't know the name of that guard. My guards are all the best, and I'm very sad to lose him .”

He solemnly put away his sword: "Thank you for bringing this back for me. I will treasure it properly and never use it again."

"But that guard..." Ling Xiaolu hesitated.

"I will definitely find his body and give him a proper burial."

A selection dialog box appeared in front of Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng simultaneously:

>>Will the commander be informed of the guard's intentions?

The two looked at each other and chose "No" in unison.

[System] You have completed the mission <The Last Wish of the Nameless Guard>.

[System] You have obtained the [Statue of the Unknown Guard].

Ling Xiaolu spread his hands carefully, and a small statue of a guard kneeling on one knee appeared in his palm.

The statue does not have any attributes, only when the sight falls on it, a line of small notes will pop up:

- unspeakable love.

**

Ling Xiaolu leaned over and quietly put down the pure white bouquet in front of the guard's tomb. This is an unnamed tomb, and the unnamed guard did not have a name in the end.

"If he hadn't snatched the marriage, wouldn't he have died?" Ling Xiaolu thought suddenly.

Ji Meng shook his head: "His 'time' has come, maybe the wedding is the plot point set up for him by planning, once this point is passed, any death caused by any reason will not allow him to refresh again."

Although he kept reminding himself that all of this is fake, Ling Xiaolu still couldn't calm down: "No, I still feel aggrieved when I think about it."

He grabbed Ling Long bitterly: "Fight the dragon to vent."

Ji Meng snatched Xiaolong down: "Why do you always vent your anger on your little pet? Although it has no intelligence, it is essentially the same as a guard."

Ling Xiaolu thought to himself: I am so smart.

"Then what should I do? Can I vent my anger on the plan?"

"No. But you can send blades to planners."

When Jingzhe City is not holding events, it is not as lively as the town, and there are few shops on the street. Most of the shops along Lingxiao Road are functional shops.

Ji Meng led Ling Xiaolu to stop in front of the post office.

"The blades sold here cost [-] yuan each, and after you buy them, you can mail them to the planner at the mailbox at the door."

"..." Ling Xiaolu didn't know what to say, "This game is really thoughtful."

"It may be that there are too many people who have the same idea as you, so this function was developed to calm public anger."

"You can also take the opportunity to make money." Ling Xiaolu added the key point.

Ji Meng walked into the post office, and the NPC staff greeted him politely: "What do you need?"

"How much do you want to send?" Ji Meng turned his head and asked Ling Xiaolu who was following behind.

Ling Xiaolu quantified his dissatisfaction: "I want to send 99!"

Ji Meng turned back: "200 blades."

"Buy that much?"

"I'll send it with you." Ji Meng said without looking back.

Ling Xiaolu: ...the planning received the blade from the prince, and I don't know whether to panic or not.

The game company is really considerate. When sending blades, you can choose task-oriented delivery. Ling Xiaolu voted for "The Last Wish of the Nameless Guard" without hesitation.

"It's scary to get your heart pierced, but it's even more scary to get money. But after getting your heart tied, you have to get your money. That's the scariest thing. Your company's salary must be very high, right?"

Ji Meng threw the razor blade into the mailbox and replied, "That's not what others said."

"Then what do they say?"

"They said that many tasks in this game were designed as if the company didn't pay the planning."

Ling Xiaolu: "Emmm...I actually think this sentence is more reasonable."

"Did you see the leaderboard over there?"

"What is it?"

"Quest received leaderboard for number of blades."

"..."

The number on the leaderboard was shockingly large, and the most task received more than 300 million blades. Ling Xiaolu, who was not involved in the incident, admitted that he was frightened.

"What kind of mission is this? It has provoked so much anger."

"You want to do it?" Ji Meng misunderstood his meaning.

Ling Xiaolu looked like a ghost: "Are you kidding me? Wait for me to take a screenshot and block all the tasks on the list! My blood sugar is too low right now, and I urgently need to do something happy to relieve my mood."

The happy things that Ji Meng can think of are very limited: "Then go catch the baby?"

"...Aside from catching the baby, feeding the baby, playing with the baby, and photographing the baby, are there any other happy things?"

Ji Meng thought for a while: "Then go get the image."

The photo studio is across the street from the post office. A transparent cuboid is suspended in the center of the studio, about as long as the arm span of an adult.

Ji Meng made a "grab" gesture from the photo album, and "throwed" it into the cuboid, and the scene of them doing the task appeared holographically and three-dimensionally inside the box.

"It's amazing, why do you have it?" Ling Xiaolu leaned on the top and looked in.

"You can choose to record the whole process when you start the mission."

"Why didn't you tell me? If I had known earlier, I would have recorded it too!" Ling Xiaolu was regretting that he was so absorbed in the task that he even forgot to take a screenshot.

Ji Meng swiped the operation panel in the air to him: "Use this to select the progress, zoom in and out, adjust the camera angle, and press the image capture button after selection."

Ling Xiaolu swipe the progress bar with his fingers, the characters in it are moving fast, he slides back, and the characters rewind at N times speed, as if he is manipulating a holographic miniature movie, even the tone in the movie is kept in sync with the task, from pan to Yellow to colorful.

"How about printing this one?" The screen stays on the shot of Ling Xiaolu hitting Ji Meng's chest violently with his ancestral deer fist.

Ji Meng stared at him.

"I think it's better to print this one." Ji Meng dragged him to the back in one breath, and when Ling Xiaolu just jumped on the dragon's back, he was howling like ghosts and wolves, and he zoomed in angrily into a close-up.

Ling Xiaolu: ...

He searched for Ji Meng's ugly photos frame by frame: "You wait, I won't stop until I have enough of your Jiugongge emoticons today... Wait! I want this one!"

He pressed the capture button and carefully held the printed photo in his hand. It was the guard holding the hamster with a gentle smile on his face.

Ling Xiaolu felt like he had found a treasure: "Although I don't know your name, I can leave your appearance."

He kept the photos in the photo album, and looking back, Ji Meng actually printed more than a dozen of them in the blink of an eye, and there was a thin stack in his hand.

"Why did you print so many?" He wondered, "What have you printed? Show me."

Ji Meng stuffed the photo into the photo album at the speed of light: "No."

Behavior is more suspicious.

"Did you take me to print an emoji?" Ling Xiaolu grabbed him and asked.

"Who imprinted you?" Ji Meng pretended to be indifferent, looking here and there, "What am I imprinting you for?"

"Then what did you print a bunch of?"

"... Lei, Lei Lulu!"

Ling Xiaolu saw that he was speaking confidently, let him go half-believingly, turned around and continued to take pictures of himself, muttering in his mouth: "What is Yin Leilulu doing with such a guilty conscience, and you don't show it to others, it's like who doesn't know your show Like a pampered demon..."

The last two each had a stack of prints and walked out of the photo studio contented.

Ling Xiaolu bumped Ji Meng with his elbow: "You have so many empty rooms, can you lend me one?"

Ji Meng's response to this was: "I told you earlier not to ask so many nonsense."

Ling Xiaolu picked an empty room with the best sunshine on the second floor, and carefully pasted photos on the wall one by one. There were guards holding hamsters, commanders who sacrificed themselves to save others, goddesses who chanted hymns, and Ji Ji. The picture of Meng pushing him down to avoid the giant dragon, the picture of him running down the mountain with Ji Meng, the picture of two people and one pet fighting against the dragons... Of course, the picture of the ancestral deer boxing is also indispensable.All kinds of images together form the memory of his first being touched by the mission in the game, just like the little statue of the guard, which is properly treasured in the display cabinet in the center of the room.

Before Ling Xiaolu left, he looked back, and the statue stayed quietly in the sunlight.

He raised the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and gently closed the door behind him.